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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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The Girl of My Best Friend

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, Remus Lupin x Female Reader

Characters: Sirius Black, Female Reader, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans

Word Count: 2993 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: How long can I pretend, Oh I can't help it, I'm in love with the girl of my best friend

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Fluff, Angst, Halloween, Halloween at Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Marauders Era, Established Relationship, Longing, Jealousy, Flirting, Hugging, Costume Party, Costumes, Love, Song Fic, Lyrics, The Girl of My Best Friend // Elvis Presley

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

Updated 8/23

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

'What about you Sirius?’ Y/N said as she shovelled cornflakes into her mouth. They were at breakfast but Sirius hadn’t felt like eating much, in fact, he’d been lost in his own thoughts. As he looked at her she stopped eating and raised her eyebrows expectantly. ‘Me what?’ he asked as he hadn’t listened to the conversation. ‘Your costume,’ she said rolling her eyes. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘I don’t know…I hadn’t really planned on anything. Halloween’s not really my thing.’ ‘Oh don’t be so boring,’ she giggled, ‘we’re all dressing up.’ ‘Yeah mate it’s gonna be fun,’ James said.

‘And what are you going as Prongs?’ Sirius said cockily. ‘Robin Hood,’ James said unabashed, throwing his arm around Lily beside him. ‘And I’m Maid Marion,’ Lily said with a smile making Sirius’ stomach churn. He usually didn’t mind how nauseatingly cute the pair were, but today it was getting to him. ‘Oh yeah, and what’s Pete going as Friar Tuck?’ Sirius chuckled earning a scowl from Peter, ‘actually, I’m going as a pirate.’ ‘So Smee then,’ Sirius chuckled. ‘At least he’s got a costume,’ Y/N said, ‘he’s not pretending he’s too cool to wear one.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ Sirius said leaning across the table. ‘Yeah,’ she said leaning in too. They were still a fair way from each other but Sirius could smell the scent of her perfume in his nostrils which made his stomach do a little flutter. As she looked at him challengingly he could feel his heart beat a little bit quicker. He liked that she went toe to toe with him, apart from the boys no one seemed to get him quite as she did and if he was being honest with himself he liked it. More than he should.

‘And what are you going as princess?’ he said. He didn’t know why he had to add that little nickname on. It was dripping in sarcasm and completely unneeded but he couldn't help himself. ‘I’m going as Red Riding Hood,’ she said unbothered by his teasing. ‘You mean you’re just gonna stick on a red cape and be done with it? Very imaginative,’ he said rolling his eyes. ‘Well, I’m sure my costume will never be as good as yours.’ ‘I’m sure I could knock something up that’ll blow you all out of the water.’ ‘Good! Glad to see you’re putting the effort in,’ she said rising from the table, ‘come on Lil we’re gonna be late for Care of Magical Creatures.’

And with that, she climbed out of her seat and started collecting her book bag. Sirius cursed inwardly. Not only had she had the last word but she had tricked him into participating. Though he supposed she did have a point. He could hardly call anyone for not having a good costume, not when he wasn’t even bothering but the ease with which she could talk him round scared him.

‘Bye boys,’ she said winking at Sirius as she turned to walk away. Lily was now in step with her after spending minutes kissing James goodbye and Sirius watched as she walked down the gap between the house tables. Sirius sighed. ‘So, what are you gonna dress up as?’ James said not noticing the longing look which Sirius was trying to hide. ‘I don’t even know,’ Sirius grumbled. Time to put his thinking cap on.

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When Sirius came downstairs into the common room that night it was abuzz. People were crammed in though most of the furniture had been moved out of the way to create a ‘dance floor’. Music blared loudly out of a record player that didn’t seem to have it in it to be making such a racquet that Sirius figured one of the older years had hoodwinked it. As his eyes roved through the crowd looking for his friends he took in everyone’s costumes. They were not allowed to wear their costumes to the Halloween Feast which meant the time they spent in them was minimal which seemed like a waste of time to Sirius but that hadn’t stopped people from going all out. Of course there were a couple of basic costumes like a skeleton or devil. But as he moved through the crowd he noticed lots of people had really put in an effort including a fourth year that had charmed a halo to hover over her head.

Sirius made his way towards the chairs at the back of the common room where he had spotted a familiar flame of red hair. When he broke through the crowd he found Lily sitting on the arm of a chair that James was sitting in. She was in a long flowing pink gown with a small matching headpiece around her head and James was dressed all in green, a hat placed on his head though his hair still poked out in all directions from underneath it. Standing by the fireplace was Peter. He was dressed as promised in a pirate costume though it was less effort than the others as his costume consisted of a striped shirt and an eye patch. And then perched on the coffee table was Y/N. Sirius’ breath caught in his throat a little as he took her in.

Her costume was not simply a red cape. A dark red velvet cape flowed behind her and her dress clung to her skimpily. A corset bunched her in so much that Sirius had to make a conscious effort not to stare at her cleavage which was much more noticeable now that she was out of her school uniform. The black corset fell into a short skirt that rested against her mid-thigh, again making Sirius avert his gaze. She spotted him on the fringes of the crowd and broke into a big grin.

‘Here’s Mr I Won’t Dress Up now,’ she said with a giggle as he moved into the group properly. ‘Hey I’m wearing one aren’t I?’ he said though he had to try not to smile. ‘And what exactly are you?’ Lily said running her eyes over his attire. Sirius spun around showing his outfit off. ‘I’m a vampire,’ he said. ‘They just look like wizards' robes,’ Peter said snarkily, evidently not having gotten over the little Friar Tuck jibe from earlier. ‘Ah yes,’ Sirius said walking over and patting Peter on the shoulder, ‘but the beauty of this my dear friend is that anyone could be a vampire. So how do you know what I’m wearing isn’t incredibly accurate?’ ‘Seems like a cop-out to me,’ Peter shrugged. ‘Well I like it,’ Y/N said tugging on Sirius’ other arm so he could come and sit beside her. He plopped down next to her, smiling back at her as she grinned widely at him, his heart thudding against his ribcage.

The gang ribbed on Sirius’ costume for a little while longer but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Y/N liked his costume and that was all that mattered. He participated in the conversation a little but most of his time was spent watching her. He listened to her laughing and joking along with his friends, her voice sounding angelic to his ears. He kept having to remind himself not to stare at her lips too much as she talked. He revelled in the heat that was exchanged between them as her bare thigh touched his clothed one. And he had to stop himself from getting swept up in the moment when she leaned across him reaching for her glass, her hand on his knee for just a second.

Then the music started to change. Some people had left meaning that there was more room on the dance floor and whoever was in charge of the music decided to play a slow song.

‘I love this one! Dance with me?’ Lily said jumping up off James’ lap. She held her hand out for James who grumbled a little but allowed himself to be pulled out of the armchair and led to the makeshift dance floor which was holding around ten or so couples. ‘I love this one too,’ Y/N said quietly as she watched her friends start to dance to the music. ‘I’m sure Pete will dance with you,’ Sirius joked though he didn’t know why. If she did dance with Peter he was sure that that would put him in an awful mood. ‘Actually,’ Peter said looking across the room, ‘I think I’ve just got a better offer.’

Peter strode off across the room to where a girl from the year below was watching him. She was standing amongst her friends who burst into fits of giggles when he appeared though she didn’t seem to care as a minute later they were walking hand in hand towards the other couples. Y/N had been watching them intently but Sirius wasn’t. He was watching her. Watching the way her lips had turned down in a small frown and the way her brow furrowed with sadness. When she turned back to him he smiled at her weakly.

‘Who’d have thought Pete would tap up before you?’ she smiled. ‘He’s a sly dog our Pete,’ Sirius chuckled. ‘Yeah, there goes my shot I guess,’ she said looking up at him shyly, ‘unless…’ ‘Unless?’ he said. ‘Never mind it’s stupid,’ she said visibly shaking the thought from her brain. ‘Unless we dance?’ he finished. She flushed at the suggestion which made that strange feeling arise in Sirius’ lower belly. ‘You don’t have to,’ she said. ‘I want to,’ he said standing up. She bit her lip looking between him and the dancefloor before she nodded. The two of them walked to the outskirts of where everyone was dancing. Sirius’ arms went instinctively to her waist as hers wrapped around his neck. It may have been his first time doing anything with her but that didn't mean he was a novice. They swayed to the music, moving their feet slowly as they sort of rotated on the spot. Sirius looked at James and Lily. He was holding her waist with one hand and his other was holding hers, resting against his chest next to her head. She was tucked gently under his chin and his eyes were closed as they danced lost in the moment. Sirius wanted to do the same with his dance partner.

‘Thanks,’ she said watching him closely. ‘No problem,’ he shrugged but she looked at him with a serious expression. ‘What?’ he asked after a moment. ‘You’re sweet you know that?’ she said. ‘Yeah sweeter than Honeydukes I am,’ he said rolling his eyes. ‘I mean it,’ she said dropping her gaze for a moment before she continued, ‘I mean you didn’t have to dance with me…and you didn’t have to wear a costume but you did.’ ‘It wasn’t as if it was any big hassle,’ he mumbled. Their relationship up to now had always been a back-and-forth of witty banter, and her being so genuine with him was making him nervous. ‘Well it cheered me up anyway,’ she said Sirius wanted to ask her what was the matter but she spoke before he could, ‘can I ask you something?’ ‘Go on,’ he said. ‘Why a vampire?’

Sirius went to say something witty but he paused as he thought about his reasons for the costume. Sure it had been a last-minute thing. Something he could have just thrown together but it wasn’t his first thought and with her being so real with him he didn’t want to laugh it off so he told her the truth.

‘It wasn’t meant to be a vampire,’ he said honestly. ‘Oh?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said nervously, ‘at first I was going to come as…a death eater.’ ‘Sirius,’ she gasped. ‘I know, I know,’ he said, ‘but before you scold me I don’t mean the out-and-out lunatics they’ve got at the minute. The stupid masks and whatnot. I mean like they were at the beginning. These robes were bought for me by my mother. If it were up to her I’d only wear the finest robes that money can buy. Because wearing muggle clothing is so shameful.’

There was a bitterness to his voice that made Y/N’s face scrunch up in concern but the scoff at the end told her he was ashamed.

‘I was going to pretend to be just like them. Act all snooty and stuck up,’ he sneered, ‘like a good pure blood. Like someone from the Noble House of Black should…but the more I thought about it the more I realised as funny as it is it’s not really a costume. Yeah, they’re ridiculous but it's not funny. They’re terrible people. Why should I make fun of them when everything they stand for is everything I’m against,’ he said. Y/N nodded as the pair fell silent for a moment. It felt odd but nice to get all that off of his chest. He knew she wouldn’t judge him.

‘Well I’m glad you went with vampire,’ she said after a moment, ‘they don’t deserve someone like you even pretending to be like them.’ ‘I’m sure my mother wishes I actually were like them,’ he said. ‘Well she’s wrong,’ Y/N said, ‘you’re worth more than all of them put together.’ ‘Y/N,’ he mumbled blushing a little at the compliment. ‘I mean it,’ she said stopping them from swaying. He looked at her watching him with a sympathetic gaze, ‘Sirius Black you are one of the funniest, nicest, most charming people I’ve ever met.’ ‘Thanks,’ Sirius mumbled. His heartbeat was in his ears and his hands had become sweaty as she spoke but he didn’t care. He was going to tell her. He was going to tell her he thought all those things about her and more. Let her know that he liked her but she spoke first, ‘Remus!’

Sirius watched as she let go of him, moving past him to where Remus was coming in through the portrait hole. His was paler than normal a fresh gash poking out near his neck under his jumper. Sirius watched as he threw his arms around Y/N in a somewhat tired fashion and she leaned up and kissed him. Sirius's stomach dropped.

They walked towards him and he considered running out of the room trying to get away from the feelings in the pit of his stomach but his legs weren’t cooperating. Y/N was chattering away to Remus who seemed tired but nevertheless smiled as she talked, his arm around her shoulders.

‘Hey mate,’ Remus said. Sirius watched as Y/N leaned into him. ‘Hey,’ Sirius said as evenly as he could muster, ‘you alright?’ ‘Little worse for wear but nothing too bad,’ Remus shrugged. His change was always hellish but he never complained. ‘I can’t believe you made it,’ Y/N said looking up at her boyfriend with a smile. ‘I promised you didn’t I?’ Remus said. ‘I know I know,’ she said, ‘but you didn’t have to force yourself out of bed.’ ‘And have our couple's costume fall flat? Not a chance,' Remus chuckled pressing a kiss to her temple. ‘Couples costume?’ Sirius said looking at them both. ‘Yeah,’ Y/N said, ‘I’m little red riding hood.’ ‘And I’m the big bad wolf,’ Remus chuckled. Sirius forced a laugh but his heart wasn’t really in it. Of course. Of course, they had a couple's costume. Of course, she’d been upset because her boyfriend couldn't come. He’d cheered her up but only because the one person she wanted to see wasn’t available. Sirius cursed himself inwardly. How could he be so blind?

‘What are you supposed to be?’ Remus said eyeing his costume. ‘A vampire,’ Sirius said. ‘Think of it last minute eh?’ Remus chuckled. ‘I think it’s a good costume,’ Y/N said looking at Remus and then at Sirius with a knowing smile. ‘Well I suppose I just came as myself so I can’t argue with that,’ Remus said, ‘so what’s everyone up to?’ ‘Dancing,’ Y/N said, ‘Sirius-’ ‘Was just going to get a drink? Want one?’ Sirius said. Y/N looked at him curiously but didn’t say anything. ‘In a bit,’ Remus said as he looked down at Y/N, ‘wanna dance? ‘Of course,’ she said, ‘but not if you’re too tired we can sit down with Sirius and-’ ‘Actually, I’ve got other plans,’ Sirius said looking at a pretty blonde who was just leaving through the portrait hole. Before either of them could say anything he pushed past the pair and headed out through the portrait hole.

But once outside he didn't follow the girl. Instead, he walked down corridor after corridor before he eventually ended up at the astronomy tower. He leant against the railing, looking out over the Hogwarts grounds which were visible for miles given the waning moonlight. He couldn’t believe he had almost told her how he felt. He knew she and Remus were a couple. Remus was his best friend for god's sake! He had watched his friend fawn and fret over her until he finally had the courage to ask her out. He hadn’t intervened. He knew that if he had told Remus of his feelings for her the boy would bow out and as much as it pained him to see her with his best mate he couldn’t do it to Remus.

No, he’d gotten too close tonight. He tried to imagine what it would have been like if he had said the words. If she felt the same way he’d lose Remus. If she didn’t she’d pity him or tell Remus anyway. Either way, he’d never be able to show his face around the pair of them ever again. No. He needed to keep it inside.

Even though it made his heart ache beyond belief he had to.

He couldn’t lose either one of them.

The way they kiss, Their happiness, Will my aching heart ever mend, Or will I always be in love, With the girl of my best friend

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #sam is one protective gal. this scene went differently in my head. way differently. but alas. i am not complaining.#sam: if bruce wayne abandoned my best friend i'm gonna physically transform myself into a dragon and incinerate him. how dare he.#bruce and damian got to watch in real time as a random girl who knows danny suddenly realizes he's related to them. which is comical to me #because she suddenly goes from being disinterested but weirded out by damian. to suddenly looking at bruce like she's gonna kill him #which is very funny to me bc from their pov at first its like this random girl just speedran hating bruce. and then her parents bring up he #friend danny and then she calls him danyal. and suddenly its starting to click into place like 'oh fuck wait we may just have a lead on --#-- finding danyal and his whereabouts.' especially after sam's mom mentions the scar on his face. like wow. what a crazy ten minutes.#not seen but def happened: sam gets her phone out to go text danny in the corner. she's not gonna bring up the bruce thing yet. she needs #a pick me up. related note: danny and tucker know she's gone to some gala thing with her parents but not to a wayne gala. if danny had know #he may have told her that he was related to damian wayne. just to prepare her for that. not so sure on the writing in this one folks #but i also dont wanna go through and edit anything its like half past one in the morning and i also dont wanna wait until morning to post #when i can just do it now. and get instant serotonin. i thought of this scene in various ways. like sam calling damian 'danny' out of shock #and then quickly correcting herself. and then excusing herself very quickly. or her mentioning that damian resembles her friend danny a lot #so she was just thrown off by him. because i def think that could happen if sam has no reason to think that she needs to hide danny from th #waynes. i also thought about her parents mentioning that damian resembles danny a little bit. only for one of them to go 'oh no no couldn't #- be. how insulting to damian since the daniel they know has this horrid scar on his face.' and then go from there. either way i thought #a scene like this would be fun. get to also kinda explore how danny looks like from his friends' povs. of which he is #'our lovable jerk who is an ex-cult member and whom we will maim someone over.'#not a scene that was added but i wanted to: sam mentioning in parenthesis that she and tucker think danny was part of a cult prior to the #fentons. and that sometimes danny will say something alarming and sam and tucker will stare at him until he frowns and goes #“that... isn't normal. is it?” and tucker will clap his shoulder and cheerfully go “no buddy. no it isn't” bc i think the idea is funny.#sam is so focused on the idea that bruce abandoned/ignored/was unaware of danny's existence that she momentarily forgot that bruce may have

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